Luyện nghe bài hát Public Enemy No. 1

Yo, Chuck, a move, man
I was on my way up to the studio
Ya know what I'm An' this brother stop me an' ask me
"Yo, wassup with that Chuckie D? He swear he nice"

I said, "Yo, the don't swear he's nice, he knows he's nice"
Ya what I'm sayin'? So Chuck, I got a feelin'
You turn him a Public Enemy, man

Now remember that line you was to me
On the way out to L.A.
we was in the car, on our way to the Shot
Well yo, now, kick the bass for them brothers
An' let them what goes on, what goes on

Well, I'm all in, put it up on the
Another rapper shot from the mouth that roared
1, 2, 3, down for the
The result of my lyrics, oh yes, no

Cold rap, 49er supreme
Is what I choose an' I use, I never lose to a
'Cause I can go solo, like a Tyson
Make the fly wanna have my photo

Run in room and hang it on the wall
In remembrance that I them all
Suckers, ducks, ho hum MCs
You can't the kid, so go cut the cheese

Take application of rhymes like these
My rap's red hot, 110
So don't start bassin', I'll start
on that? You'll be disgracin'

You an' your mind from a beatin' my rhymes
A for a crime that I can't find
I'll you my gun, my Uzi weighs a ton
Because I'm Public number one

One, one, one
One, one, one, one

You got no rap but you want to
It's havin' a boat but you got no paddle
'Cause I pause, I say it because
I break in stores but I break all laws

Written while sittin', all fittin', not
Givin' me the juice that not gettin'
I'm not a law so you can tell your mayor
I'm a non-stop, rhythm, rock sayer

I'm the player, the ozone layer
A battle, what? Here's a Bible, start prayer
This to the wise is justified
If they ask you what happened, just admit you

You just got caught a for out of order
An' now you're servin' football their water
You messed the master, word to Chuck
An' I'll wax cold tax, made you got dunked

You just got dissed, all but
Sucker duck MCs, you get me
no fun bein' on the run
Because they got me, Public Enemy one

One, one, one
One, one, one

Don't you know, you know?
I got a of a force to back me up
Watch out, we got the match
Ambush attack, on my back, double teamin', get

So we have us, so okay?
Wanna it again? We got a force
Enemy down, the L.I. circuit
Ain't it Chuckie D, an' K.G., Flavor, DJ Melody

Oh yes, I presume the tunes that make us groom
To all the ladies swoon
But also the words from our direction, a gold boy session
Kickin' Bruce Lee's Chinese connection

On stereo, ever mind, yo
All wax, yes, I'm talkin' about
They said, "Stop, freeze", I got up
Because I'm Public number one

One, one, one
One, one, one
One, one, one

For all you suckers, liars and amplifiers
Your crossed up wires are always startin'
You grown up criers, now a pair of pliers
Get a job like your mother, I she fixes old dryers

You have no desires, your fixes tires
You try to sell ya but you get no buyers
It's you never hire, you're never on flyers
you an' your crew is only known as good triers

Known as the poetic, political, son
I'm Enemy number one

One, one, one
One, one, one
One, one, one

Yeah, that's right, Chuck, man, that's you gotta do
You gotta tell them just like that, ya know I'm sayin'?
yo, man, let me tell you a little somethin', man
These runnin' around, hard headed

get a little jealous, ya know what I'm sayin'?
Just like that, ya know, try to bring you down with 'em
But yo, Chuck, you let 'em know
Who's who in the of beat

You let 'em know that this is the 80's
An' we can get all the
An' in the backyard we got a fly
An' that's the way the goes
just the way the story goes